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Feb 2014
I've messaged along a pure white dove,
Once it reaches you it'll shower you with love,
Under it's wings feel the winds embrace
With gusts of love that tickle your face -
Spewing hearts of gold blinding with light,
Brushing rays of beauty infiltrating your sight.
Eliza Sterling
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Eliza Sterling  East Hampton
(East Hampton)   
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